He studies to describe
the lover he cannot become
failing the widest dreams of the mind
&: settling for visions of God
The tatters of his discipline
have no beauty
that he can hold so easily
as your beauty
He does not know how
to trade himself for your love
Do not trust him
unless you love him
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I N D E X O F F I R S T L I N E S
A cloud of grasshoppers,
A cross didn't fall on me,
A kite is a victim you are sure of,
A person who eats meat,
Aren't you tired,
As I lay dead,
As the mist leaves no scar,
Beneath my hands,
62
Beside the shepherd dreams the beast,
33
Between the mountains of spices,
73
Calm, alone, the cedar guitar,
Catching winter in their carved nostrils,
7
Claim me, blood, if you have a story,
203
Clean as the grass from which,
z86
Come back to me,
I78
Come, my brothers,
I04
Come upon this heap,
99
Created fires I cannot love,
202
Do not arrange your bright flesh in the sun,
Do not forget old friends,
During the first pogrom they,
Edmonton, Alberta, December 1966, 4 a.m.,
225
Evidently they need a lot
IIB
Eyes: . . . . . . Medium,
I22
Finally I called the people I didn't want to hear from, I03
Flowers for Hitler the summer yawned,
I34
For a lovely instant I thought she would grow mad,
9
For you,
76
For your sake I said I will praise the moon,
52
Foreign God, reigning in earthly glory,
2z3
Found once again shamelessly ignoring
I93
Give me back my fingerprints,
2II
Give me back my house,
I7I
Go by brooks, love,
4 3
24 1
God, God, God, someone of my family,
72
He has returned from countless wars,
8
He pulled a flower,
22
He studies to describe,
2 39
He was beautiful when he sat alone, he was like me,
he had,
205
He was lame,
I95
He was wearing a black moustache and leather hair,
126
Here we are at the window . . . ,
185
His blood on my arm is warm as a bird,
4
His last love poem,
97
His pain, unowned, he left,
102
Hitler the brain-mole looks out of my eyes,
98
How you murdered your family,
16
Hurt once and for all into silence,
44
I almost went to bed,
68
I am a priest of God,
207
I am locked in a very expensive suit,
90
I am one of those who could tell . .
78
I am sorry that the rich man must go,
168
I am too loud when you are gone,
195
I ask you where you want to go,
I)O
I believe you heard your master sing,
214
I don't believe the radio stations,
95
I do not know if the world has lied,
87
I had it for a moment,
1)5
I have not lingered in European monasteries,
45
I have two bars of soap,
6o
I heard of a man,
)0
I long to hold some lady,
64
I met a woman long ago,
198
I met you,
227
I once believed a single line,
124
I see you on a Greek mattress,
188
I stepped into an avalanche,
217
I want your warm body to disappear,
142
I was the last passenger of the day,
128
I wonder how many people in this city,
42
I would like to remind,
167
242
If I had a shining head,
I2
If this looks like a poem,
56
If your neighbor disappears,
JI
In almond trees lemon trees,
208
In his black armour,
30
In many movies I came upon an idol,
I40
In the Bible generations pass
I92
Is there anything emptier,
89
It has been some time,
233
It's good to sit with people,
236
It's just a city, darling,
224
It's so simple,
I I4
It swings, Jocko,
46
I've seen some lonely history,
200
January 28 1962,
9I
Layton, when we dance our freilach,
69
Listen all you bullets,
I7 3
Listen to the stories,
93
Loving you, flesh to flesh, I often thought,
59
MARITA,
239
Martha they say you are gentle,
Ioo
My friend walks through our city this winter night,
I76
My lady can
